Sinister

It's Big Gutter Rose

And I'm cooking like the cafe

Valet

Double park or swerve it in the fast lane

Re-route a nigga

Mean I'll leave him in a bad way

I'm built for the smoke

Like an ashtray

Clear it out

Cache

Couldn't translate

What my cash say

Don't speak in foreign tongues

Only speak in foreign funds

Hit him with a K

And we ain't talking 401

Since I already got a body

Drop a couple more for fun

Here's my cash flow

Feel like Patrick Bateman

Great skin

And my income left a statement

All accounted for

All accounts are pure

Never matador

If she wasn't dinner

What she hop up on the counter for

I'll devour that

And fuck her out her shower cap

And tell her keep it quiet

While I teach these niggas how to rap

Boulevard flow

Pull up in Gallardo

Bulletproof

I struggle just to lift the car door

Ain't no rent agreement

I just pay my car note

Been official

Man my name is my name

Like Marlo

Niggas sold Avon

Your Barksdales are Tall Tales

Let you tell it

Your living room was all scales

Made a nigga like me dream of onions

Eating Funyuns

While bumping rap Paul Bunyans

A bunch of snakes in the garden with Eve

Now hard to believe

But my dreams were gardens of weed

Regardless of need

But mostly regarded by greed

And by the sins of my father

Who was guarded in green

Tryna level up a game

That's getting harder to beat

Lost all the mystique

Cuz I seen niggas lost in the street

I hope you niggas is focused

In that Focus

Hocus pocus

Here's locusts

There's more in the tank

Cuz we're soldiers

We been going through struggle

And ain't notice

All you fake ass gangsters

And whitey bulgers

All they talking is tough

But they bogus

I got the world in my cup

This ain't Folgers

Ain't have to sell no crystals

Or no boulders

Reporting this here live

It's from the compound

I hope you ain't waiting to die

For you to calm down

Matter of fact

I'll make that wish come true

Your momma crying

Don't worry

I'll let that bitch come too

I'm feeling sinister

And right now your life feeling miniature

No church in the wild

Cuz they shot at the minister

Blood stained glass

Hollows ringing on the church pews

Kill him in his church shoes

Reading book of virtues

Forgiveness

Live in his image

This what it be like

But sometimes

Hell fire

The only time we see light

Living in the dungeon

Coming from dysfunction

Where imma get shot

Or locked is the assumption

If I ever lack vision

Imma learn to read braille

But my faith ain't even blind

Nigga imma prevail

If our mommas die broke

Then that means that we failed

So imma charge more

For the legends I tell

Throw it on the scale

Like a libra

Niggas got more stripes

Than barcodes or zebras

Water on my neck

For all non believers

Body bags for anybody

Thinking they could beat us

Nigga